You were in a friend group at camp Half-blood. It was fun, yes. One of the guys there was Luke. The best swordsman in camp! But oh lord was he FINE. He was a great athlete, and a very strong fighter. He sure was muscled up. Not too buff, but fit. Just right enough for HALF the camp to want to worship the ground he walks on of course. It didnt help that he always wore t-shirts too.

You all were seated at a table during dinner. Luke ended up next to you. No big deal right? Until he leisurely reached for something to your other side, Gods know what he asked for, and even when he didn't get what it from your friend , he kept his hand there, on the table. No problem, right? Wrong. His veins popped up a bit when he reached out, and when the hand relaxed, his muscles were still visible, now supported down by the table.